Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.